CHAPTER II.
THE LAST FRESHMAN It was ten minutes past seven when the club settled down to the frozen custard and delicious cakes that Grace and Anne had provided for them.
Then Elfreda, who had taken upon herself the making and serving of the coffee, returned after a brief absence with a percolator of steaming coffee, Miriam following with the sugar and cream.
"Isn't it too bad we never thought of doing this before ?" said Marian Cummings.
"Something had to be left for our senior year," said Anne Pierson.
"Do you know, I am anything but joyful at being a senior," announced Elfreda Briggs.

"Of course, it is a satisfaction to know that one has weathered the last three years' examinations and is practically on Easy Street as far as studies go, but every now and then comes the awful feeling, 'only a little while and it will all be over'-- college, I mean." "'Yet a few days, and thee the all-beholding sun shall see no more.'" quoted Emma Dean lugubriously.
"Not quite so bad as that," returned Elfreda with an appreciative grin.
"Even we juniors feel more or less that way," said Laura Atkins.

"I never had any real fun until I came to Overton.

The time has gone so fast I can't believe that it is two years since I locked Grace and Anne out of their room and behaved like a savage.

I don't wonder Elfreda named me the Anarchist.